The end of a great day in the mud...

To celebrate getting rid of me to the other side of the world for a few months we headed down to Hopton for the Pearce uplift this weekend. Waking up on Sunday morning to a hangover and the sound of rain beating on the roof didn't seem like a great start... But as soon as you started running down the hill you realised it was going to be an amazing day. The tracks were nice and wet, so the mud didn't stick and that meant fun. It was the kind of riding I always thought downhill was going to be when I was younger - sideways and fast. Amazing stuff.

I just need to find my passport now so I can head to New Zealand and avoid the mud for the rest of the winter...